Your hands, like rivers, flow through my body
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Tormented by pain, I step on the fragments of our broken souls
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By my own will, I wait for time to choke, and not calm me down
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It's hard to change everything, it's easy to get lost
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I could stay, but there is no chance of leaving
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Between two worlds I am wounded, you are dead
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Will there be a day? |
Will there be night?
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When you get out of my head
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I'm in the dark - that's all you want
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And everything I wanted is close, but very far
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Breaking the borders
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Playing with fire - let everything burn
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I know that everything will happen again (It will happen again)
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Leave an imprint on every page of the soul
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Breaking the borders
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Playing with fire - let everything burn
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I know that everything will happen again (It will happen again)
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Leave an imprint on every page of the soul
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Steps stop, straight to the forehead
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Fly up to the ceiling
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Broke correct lines
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They let current through the veins
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The walls kept the sound
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And the touch of hands
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Wrapped up under a blanket
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Our best minutes
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Phone on non-stop (Stop)
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We hung firmly
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piss me off on purpose
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Burnt hand fire
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You frown your forehead
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It hurts to read between the lines
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Term from the strength of a minute
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I smile for some reason
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Two halves of the moon
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Merged together
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Thoughts that we were sleeping
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And now woke up
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Quick Shot
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Woke up, opened my eyes
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We are imbued
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Everything can't be returned
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Breaking the borders
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Playing with fire - let everything burn
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I know that everything will happen again (It will happen again)
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Leave an imprint on every page of the soul
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Breaking the borders
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Playing with fire - let everything burn
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I know that everything will happen again (It will happen again)
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Leave an imprint on every page of the soul
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Steps stop, straight to the forehead
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Fly up to the ceiling
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Broke correct lines
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They let current through the veins
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Steps stop, straight to the forehead
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Fly up to the ceiling
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Broke correct lines
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They let current through the veins
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Steps stop, straight to the forehead
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Fly up to the ceiling
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Broke correct lines
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They let current through the veins
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Steps stop, straight to the forehead
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Fly up to the ceiling
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Broke correct lines
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let me in |